I have 88 days left in my positivity challenge. Yeah. For. Positivity.
So far it’s going very well.
For example, I walked around all morning in a suit jacket (thank you, LA thrift store) after an audition which called for corporate wear, and felt powerful, even puissant. Like a lawyer. On a quick stroll with my toddler in between important clients. You know, before jetting back to the office to do some more important transactions involving my signature.
In the past, auditions have left me de-energized, depressed, dejected, lots of ‘de’ words. But today I was in the flow of mastery.
Except for the shoes giving me distressing blisters. Damn you, shoes taking away my flow of mastery. But not to worry. I did not complain or get negative. No sir. I simply hobbled into Shoppers like the problem solver I am to buy handfuls of bandaids. Is all. ‘Cause I am so freakin’ positive!
And even after being asked to give a 30 second spiel about myself at the audition, for which I composed this ludicrous narrative—’Well, I’m on my way to submit a grant to do a bilingual clown piece, and don’t you love clown? Red nose is also an acceptable designation, and by the way I have a baby and yeah I had a muffin for breakfast, and what’s your favorite country, wow, yeah, totally awesome mine too!’—I maintained my positivity.
I realized seconds after opening my mouth that the people hiring me for their corporate job maybe didn’t want to know about my forays into clown…or my baby…or my muffin. What can I say? I forgot to think.
But still no complaining. No self-flagellation either. Instead I chanted positive affirmation all the way down Yonge Street, and mentally geared up to go home and resume beating on the fruit flies. (My positively doesn’t mean the fruit flies get to live. You know how I am about creatures in the house.)
That’s when I happened to run into a woman named Esther, whose life is far more complicated than mine.
To be continued…
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ooh, I like the mystery!
Waiting for the continuation…
But on a side bar, my Mother was also Esther for a short time. She joined the Eastern Star when she was still alive and eventually made and became the role of Esther during meetings. Strange things happen when people join religious fraternities. Very mysterious and obscure, just like your story hanging on the cliff like that.
“…you know, before jetting back to the office to do some more important transactions involving my signature… ”
LOVE your assumptions about office/ lawyer work! i laughed right out loud at that one. love it ! love it !
You mean that’s not what lawyers do?
weelllll… i’m not a lawyer so i can’t say for sure. but i’ve sure seen a LOT of Law & Order; it seems like they spend a lot of time hanging out with hot detectives and wearing long wool coats on courtroom steps. i’m not sure who is more accurate, you: the actor, or, them: the actors.
Heather grabbed the same line I laughed out loud at – wow, we’re all connected…waiting for the next entry with anticipation!
ps i had to look up “puissant” … it made me think of “pursed lips”.
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